Random Ramblings of a Spinster

If flirting was an Olympic sport, I would definitely win the gold medal. I’m a flirt who enjoys doing it just for sport. I love the suggestive nature of it. When you flirt for sport there are no promises and no commitments. All you have are just two people enjoying each other’s attention and exchanging suggestive banter. It has got to be one of the best pick me ups at the end of a long day. I know that most people think that it’s sinful to flirt with someone else while in a serious committed relationship. I beg to differ. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it as long as both parties are fully aware that it’s just for sport. I’m in a committed relationship but I’ve also been flirting with this other guy for more than two years. I enjoy flirting with him and I refuse to give it up, actually there is no reason why I should give it up, it’s harmless. Don’t get me wrong I love my man and only have eyes for him but I do enjoy the attention and banter between me and my flirtin...

 Family Tree Tattoo For a while now I have been toying with the idea of getting myself a tattoo. Every time I see someone brandishing some beautiful ink on their bodies, I always get a pang of envy and wonder when I’ll finally get round to doing it. I’ve always had a love for beautiful art and tattoos are no exception but had an issue with the permanence of them. With the advancement in laser surgery and tattoo removals I’m assured of some form of escape in case I change my mind after the deed is done. Finding the right artist for what I wanted has been another hurdle. I’m very picky and finding someone who is both imaginative and interpretive can be a tall order in our country and even more so in the small town I stay in. The artists I’ve come across are very capable of bringing whatever picture you present them to life on your skin but it’s the interpretation that turns it into art. I’m the sappy and sentimental type therefore any tattoo of mine will have emotional an...

Last night as I was basking in the afterglow with my significant other, he turned to me and asked me the one question that should not be asked by any person in a relationship and expect complete honesty. This question should be banned from couples’ discussion topics because the temptation to lie, embellish or withhold information is just too great. Now if you insist on hearing the truth on this one, then you should be prepared for a surprise or two. He wanted to know how many guys I had been with before him. Awkward, considering what we had just done! I smiled and attempted to change the subject, didn’t work! I spent the next couple of minutes trying to avoid answering him, even giving him one of my toe curling kisses just to divert his attention to no avail. Apparently his curiosity was piqued by the blog post “ that grey hair moment ”, I wonder why. And here I was beginning to pat myself in the back, thinking that it must have been my amazing performance but I digress. “We...

Recently I have discovered that the hair in my pubic area is greying at a faster rate than the rest of my hair. Actually it’s the only place where I have grey hair! Now, imagine my surprise when trying to investigate this finding out that in general pubic hair is 12 years younger than your normal hair and for most people it takes a lot longer to start turning grey. Shock! What could this mean! I’m a woman in her early thirties who has been around the block a couple of times; actually I’m very well acquainted with the block. First thought that came to my mind was, am I the only person suffering from this phenomenon! So I go to my trusted friend Mr Google and type in “grey pubic hair”.  Ah ha! More than 2 million hits hooray I am not alone, there is safety in numbers! As I go through some of these sites trying to glean off some pearls of wisdom about my greying nether region. I am hit by the hilarity of frantic reaction that most women display when posting their co...

In the past few months I have lost some weight, which is a great thing because it means that I am healthier. I have lost about 4 dress sizes, hooray for me, what an achievement! So now you're wondering why I don't sound a lot more excited. Don't get me wrong I'm happy I lost the weight. I'm trimmer, leaner and have never looked better! The only thing is that I'm just not too keen on some of the side effects. What side effects could those be? Smaller breasts! Before my weight loss my breasts were a beautiful and ample c cup. They were neither too small nor too big. They were just right. When fondled, they fit perfectly in the hands of the holder. They were perfect specimens, two beautiful mound of flesh that held the slightest hint of possibilities. They would perfectly mould themselves into their c cup bra and create magic with low cut dresses and tops. When the wonder bra came into the market, it was like a match made in heaven. They were finally the main att...

Oh here we go again, yet another relationship coming to an end. With this one I really have no idea why we’re breaking up, okay I’m lying I do know. I’m so tired though of being single, come on I’ve been single all my life when is this tide going to turn? There comes a certain age where you just get tired of being in and out of relationships and you just want to settle down. Not necessarily get married but just be in a stable relationship with a sane person who knows his way around your body. Cause honestly the thought of having to start over again and train yet another potential boyfriend to navigate your body and locate all your hot spots is just not as exciting as it used to be. You see once you get to a certain age as a woman you become in tune with your body and know exactly what makes you happy. And it is never really nice having to deal with all the awkward fumbling that sometimes happens when you initially get together with some people. Although there are thos...

When I was young, I was six or seven years old I had an exchange with my dad which I clearly remember to this day. They were talking about children and marriage and I jumped in and declared that I was never going to get married! I have no idea where that came from and from an early age I always felt like I was not destined to marry. I believe in marriage, wholeheartedly. I believe that one should marry once, for life and stick it out through thick and thin. So in my quest for the one I’ve always taken that into consideration. I’ve always known that once I take that step, it would be a step that I would never want to go break no matter how tough things got. So the man had to be some kind of wonderful, he just had to be worth any sacrifice I would have to make in the future. Now in my thirties unmarried I wonder whether those words I uttered at such a tender age were some form of self-fulfilling prophesy. It’s not like I’ve never been asked, it’s just that I’ve never been a...

As I was watching Russell Simmons Def-Poerty the other night, along came an Asian poet reciting a poem about his mediocre penis. Immediately I thought, how brave, because most men like to be viewed as well-endowed and never want to be associated with mediocrity when it comes to their manhood. Jimmy was bold enough to admit that his penis is not so huge; as to kill stereotypes about Asian man, but at the same time not so small; as to make him a laughing stock, but that it is just average. His openness, honesty and forthrightness was extremely refreshing. In an era where men are more and more obsessed with having larger penises and longer lasting erections and businesses are exploiting this through offers of surgical procedures, ointments and herbal remedies for enlarging penises. And here was a man amongst all of that noise clearly saying that he’s average and he’s okay with it. Fact is not everyman is going to be lucky enough to be born with a penis that is blessed with b...